Finbar made his living from salvage but he couldn’t salvage the creature that lay dying on the high tide line, its eyes full of pain and confusion. Another one. Finbar’s gut twisted. He had to do something.
Photographs of dead turtles and gannets that he placed where the town’s revelers gathered to get drunk before heading on to the expensive seafront bars were defaced. No matter.
In pre-dawn darkness Finbar opened a picture frame to retrieve a tiny camera.
Now he could identify who was discarding the plastic from their six packs and other such rubbish.
Now he could ensure justice was served. Slowly.

There’s dedication for you. Not sure I approve, but I understand the sentiments. I lose count of how many swans I see with fishing lines dangling from their mouths – and there’s absolutely nothing an untrained bystander can do about it. Nicely done.

Siobhan, It’s absolutely disgusting how some people dump their garbage where it can damage the wildlife. Wild things are virutally helpless against such plastic waste. I’ve been cutting my dental floss into small pieces for years before I dispose of it in a proper container.. It’s a little thing, but every little bit helps. Evidently more education is needed. Well written. — Susan